Liza twisted in front of the full-length mirror in the store’s cramped change room cubicle, the thin curtain the only barrier from the bustling sales floor beyond. At 40, her curvy body still turned heads, big DD tits straining against the lacy black bra she’d just slipped on, her shaved pussy lips peeking from the matching thong that hugged her tight slit.

She ran her hands over her hips, feeling the soft give of her ass cheeks, a flush of satisfaction warming her skin as she imagined how seductive she’d look for her next date. The air smelled faintly of new fabric and her own light perfume, the hum of shoppers’ voices filtering through like distant static.

The curtain yanked open without warning, and a teenage boy, scrawny but bold, no older than 17, barreled inside, his eyes locking straight on her exposed tits. Liza’s heart slammed in her chest.

“What the, get out!” she hissed, arms flying up instinctively, but he was already on her, both hands clamping onto her massive DD tits.

His palms crushed the soft flesh, fingers digging in deep, thumbs flicking her hardening nipples with aggressive twists. A jolt shot through her body, unwanted heat pooling low in her belly despite the shock.

“Fuck, these are huge,” he muttered, voice husky and low, squeezing harder as if testing their weight.

Liza froze, her mind racing. ‘He must be one of those kids shopping with his mom,’ she thought, the store full of families today. But his touch wasn’t innocent. It was hungry, invasive, kneading her tits as he owned them. She should scream, shove him away, but her body betrayed her, nipples peaking stiff under his rough pinches, a submissive tremor rippling through her core. The cubicle felt smaller, the risk of voices just outside making her pulse thunder.

His hands slid south without pause, one diving between her thighs to cup her shaved pussy. Fingers parted her tight lips, stroking the slick folds already dampening against her will.

“Shit, you’re soaked,” he growled, middle finger plunging inside her clenching hole, pumping once, twice, while his other hand grabbed a fistful of her plump ass cheek, squeezing until it stung.

Liza gasped, thighs quivering as he rubbed her clit in firm circles, her juices coating his hand. The age gap hit her like a slap. He was just a boy, barely legal, groping a woman twice his age in public. Yet the forbidden thrill twisted inside her, submission creeping in under the pressure of his daring grip.

She felt it then, pressing insistent against her hip: his growing erection, thick and hard through his jeans, the bulge throbbing as he ground it closer. Liza’s breath hitched, realization crashing over her. This wasn’t just feeling her up. He wanted to fuck her right here, cock buried in her tight MILF pussy while shoppers milled feet away.

“Stop ... someone will hear,” Liza whispered, voice shaky, but her hands gripped his shoulders instead of pushing, body arching into his touch.

Fear, outrage, and a dark, aching lust she couldn’t deny, her pussy clenching around his invading finger.

He didn’t stop. With a smirk, he spun Liza around, slamming her chest-first against the cool cubicle wall. Her big tits squished flat, nipples scraping the paint as he yanked her thong aside. His free hand fumbled with his zipper, the sound sharp in the tight space, and she felt the hot slap of his bare cock against her ass crack, long, veiny, precum-smeared tip nudging her entrance.

“Gonna fuck this hot mom pussy,” he breathed hot against her ear, one hand pinning her wrist above her head while the other guided his dick to her dripping slit.

Liza whimpered, ass cheeks spreading under his grip, the public hum outside amplifying every wet squelch as he teased her hole. Her mind screamed resistance, but her body submitted, hips tilting back just a fraction, inviting the stretch. He rocked forward, cockhead breaching her tight cuntal walls, inching in slow amid her muffled moan.

The stretch burned sweet, filling her in the risky confines, his balls brushing her clit with each shallow thrust. Voices chattered nearby, a mom’s call for her kid, footsteps padding close, and Liza bit her lip bloody, torn between pulling away and begging for more. He gripped her ass harder, pulling back to slam deeper, her pussy gripping his teen cock like a vice.

The teen boy shoved Liza harder against the cubicle wall, her cheek pressing into the cool paint, big DD tits flattening painfully as his hips snapped forward. His thick cock plunged deep into her tight, shaved pussy, stretching her cuntal walls to their limit in one brutal thrust. Liza’s breath caught in a sharp gasp, the sudden fullness ripping a whimper from her throat.

He was so young, so recklessly bold, this kid half her age, burying his veiny dick balls-deep in her cunt right here, where anyone could yank the curtain aside. Her mind reeled with outrage, but her pussy clenched around him greedily, juices slicking his shaft as it throbbed inside her.

“No ... Please, stop,” Liza whispered desperately, twisting her hips in a weak struggle, hands pushing at his pinning arm.

But her body betrayed her, inner vaginal muscles fluttering with forbidden pleasure, a hot moan escaping despite her clenched teeth. The age gap burned in her thoughts. This kid was just a horny teen, his erection raging from groping her mature curves, and now he owned her dripping pussy. She felt shame at her submission, fear of the shoppers’ voices murmuring feet away, and a dark thrill that made her clit pulse against his heavy teen balls.

He ignored her pleas, gripping her wrist tighter above her head with one hand while the other dug into her plump ass cheek, spreading her wider. “Fuck, your pussy’s gripping me so tight, you love my cock,” he growled low in her ear, hot breath fanning her neck.

Then he pulled back, cock dragging her slick vaginal walls, only to slam in again, harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin echoing in the cramped space. Liza’s legs trembled, her struggle fading to feeble squirms as he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust jolting her tits against the wall, nipples scraping raw.

Her body quivered uncontrollably, submission flooding her veins like liquid fire. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans bubbling up, but they slipped out anyway, soft, needy sounds that made her cheeks burn.

“Ahh ... Oh god,” Liza moaned, hating how her hips rocked back to meet him, pussy gushing around his pistoning dick.

He squeezed her ass bruisingly, fingers kneading the soft flesh as he held her pinned, his other hand releasing her wrist only to tangle in her blonde hair, yanking her head back. The pull arched her spine, shoving her tits out, and he leaned in to suck a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the stiff peak while he fucked her relentlessly.

Public chatter seeped through the thin curtain, heightening the raw tension: a woman’s laugh nearby, footsteps shuffling past, a kid whining for candy. Liza’s heart pounded, every voice a reminder of the risk, her exposed body slammed against the wall by this unknown teen’s cock.

“Someone’s gonna hear us fucking,” Liza groaned, voice breaking on a moan as he rammed deeper, his balls smacking her clit with wet thwacks.

Precum mixed with her arousal dripped down her thighs, the musky scent filling the cubicle, her tight pussy stretched obscenely around his girth. He thrust eagerly now, pace brutal and increasing, hips snapping like he couldn’t get enough of her mature pussy.

“Hear what? How this hot mom’s pussy milks my dick?” he taunted breathlessly, free hand sliding between them to rub her swollen clit in rough circles.

Liza’s vision blurred, body quaking as waves of unwanted ecstasy built, her submission complete under his dominant grip. She clawed at the wall, nails scraping paint, torn between pushing him away and grinding back for more. The boy’s grunts grew louder, cock swelling thicker inside her, veins pulsing against her clenching walls.

“You’re such a slut for it, aren’t you? A tight cunt begging for teen cum,” he rasped, pounding her harder, the cubicle shaking faintly with each slam.

Liza’s moans turned desperate, body arching into his assault, emotions swirling, humiliation at her weakness, lust for the forbidden invasion, terror of discovery twisting into intoxicating heat. Her pussy fluttered wildly, on the edge, as voices swelled outside: “Honey, try this on!” so close she could smell the shopper’s floral perfume wafting under the curtain.

He gripped both her wrists now, yanking them behind her back in one iron hold, forcing her ass out further for his savage thrusts. His other hand mauled her tit, pinching the nipple until she cried out, the pain spiking her pleasure. Cock spearing her raw, he fucked like an animal, the sloppy sounds of her dripping pussy betraying every inch of her surrender.

Liza’s mind fractured, resistance crumbling under the relentless stretch, her quivering thighs spreading wider instinctively. The chatter peaked, a group laughing just beyond, and she came undone, a muffled scream tearing free as her walls convulsed around him, but he didn’t stop, driving deeper into her spasming heat.

Liza’s orgasm ripped through her in shuddering waves, her shaved pussy clenching rhythmically around the teen boy’s thick cock, milking him as juices squirted down her trembling thighs. “Ahhhhh ... Fuck ... I’m cumming,” Liza moaned as she came.

But the teen didn’t relent, his hips grinding deeper into her spasming heat, prolonging the ecstasy until tears pricked her eyes. Shame flooded her. How could her body betray her like this, cumming hard on this strange boy’s dick while shoppers milled about just beyond the curtain? Her wrists burned in his vise-like grip behind her back, ass thrust out vulnerably, big DD tits heaving with each ragged breath.

He yanked her wrists tighter, twisting them upward until her shoulders strained, pain shooting down her arms. “Not done with you yet, slut,” he snarled, voice thick with lust, his free hand shoving her forward.

With brutal force, he flipped her body around, her cheek scraping the wall as her face pressed against it now, blonde hair sticking to her sweat-damp skin. Her plump ass cheeks spread wide from the position, the cool air kissing her dripping pussy and the tight pucker of her asshole, exposed fully to him. Liza’s heart hammered. ‘Oh God, what was he planning?’ Liza wondered. The age gap twisted her gut. This kid, barely legal, was dominating her mature body like it was his toy.

She felt his slick cockhead nudge her asshole, still coated in her pussy cream, the pressure building relentlessly. “No, not there, please, it’s too tight!” Liza whispered, voice cracking with desperation, legs kicking weakly in a futile struggle.

But her body quivered, asshole clenching instinctively around the invading tip, a forbidden spark igniting deep in her core. Liza felt revulsion at the violation, terror of the pain, yet a shameful heat pooling from the sheer dominance of it all.

He slammed forward without mercy, his veiny cock spearing deep into her eager, tight asshole in one savage thrust. Liza’s world exploded in white-hot agony and raw sensation, her gasp tearing loud from her throat, too loud, echoing in the cubicle like a scream.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Liza cried, the burn stretching her virgin-tight ring to its limit, his girth burying balls-deep until his hips slapped her ass cheeks.

Her body bucked, wrists yanking against his hold. Still, he pinned her harder, the fullness overwhelming every nerve, pain morphing into a dark, throbbing pleasure that made her toes curl.

Store noises swelled louder now, crashing over her like a wave, a mother’s sharp “Shh, be quiet!” nearby, footsteps thudding closer, the rustle of hangers clinking.

Liza’s cheeks flamed with humiliation, her asshole stuffed obscenely by this teen’s pounding cock right in public, where anyone could hear her gasps, smell the musky reek of sex wafting under the curtain.

“They’re right there ... They’ll hear you raping my ass,” Liza whimpered, voice muffled against the wall, tears streaming as her body submitted despite her mind’s protests.

Her pussy clenched emptily, dripping arousal onto the floor, betraying how the intense anal stretch ignited her deepest submission.

The boy gripped her hips bruisingly, fingers digging into her curvy flesh, pulling her back onto his pistoning dick. “Let ‘em hear how your shithole takes my cock,” he grunted, pounding harder, each thrust jolting her forward, tits swinging wildly.

The wet squelch of her ass gripping him filled the air, his balls smacking her pussy lips with sloppy thwacks. Liza struggled weakly, hips twisting in vain. Still, the overwhelming sensation drowned her, raw friction burning her walls, pressure building in him that made his shaft swell thicker inside her.

“Oh god, it’s too much ... splitting me open,” Liza moaned, the words slipping out unbidden, her voice husky with unwilling need.

Liza felt helpless shame at her exposure, the age gap fueling her degradation, this boy’s reckless lust claiming her most private hole. Yet her asshole fluttered around him, loosening just enough to crave the brutal rhythm, submission rooting deep as her clit throbbed untouched. Public chatter peaked, a man’s voice booming, “Where’s the fitting room?” mere feet away, heightening the terror, her body arching back instinctively to take him deeper.

He rammed faster, hips blurring, one hand sliding up to maul her swinging tit, pinching the nipple viciously while the other held her wrists like reins. “Your ass is sucking me in, you love it, your tight asshole is made for fucking,” he rasped, breath hot on her neck, sweat dripping from his young body onto her back.

Liza’s vision swam, the pounding forcing guttural moans from her lips, her struggles fading to quivers as pleasure coiled tight in her gut. The curtain fluttered slightly from a passing breeze, voices murmuring, “Did you hear that?” and her heart seized, shame twisting into intoxicating heat.

She rocked back weakly, asshole clenching greedily now, overwhelmed by the raw dominance. “Harder ... No, stop, fuck,” Liza babbled incoherently, torn between resistance and surrender, pussy gushing fresh slickness.

His grunts grew feral, cock throbbing wildly in her vise, the store’s bustle a constant roar underscoring her helpless impalement. Tension built unbearably, her body quaking on the edge again. Still, he showed no signs of slowing, hips snapping with urgent force.

The teen boy’s hips snapped forward with savage force, slamming his thick cock even deeper into Liza’s stretched asshole, the brutal thrust burying him to the hilt and making her entire body shudder violently. Her curvy frame jolted against the wall, big DD tits flattening painfully on the cool surface, nipples scraping with each punishing impact.